Red, Velvet and I went to Kansas City for the weekend. I was in the mood for seafood (good idea), and decided to have dinner at Joe's Crab Shack in Olathe (bad idea). Not a lot of options for seafood in Kansas City.
First things first. I am working with a dog in a vest that says "Hearing Dog". Where do they seat us? Right under a ****ing speaker, blaring hip-hop music as loudly as possible. Velvet was out of sorts, and my ****ing hearing aid was crackling like I had my head in a microwave. I couldn't hear a damn thing.
Next, the food. Crab stuffed mushroom appetizer, cold in the middle. Can't trust lukewarm crabmeat, so we didn't eat it. Red ordered the "Maine grill", which was a rubber lobster cut into pieces by Chef Jeffrey Dahmer. Also room temperature. I had "Southern Fried Lobster", which was represented on the menu by large chunks of lobster, lightly breaded. What the hell, it sounded good at the time. What I got was overcooked little Lobster McNuggets- somewhere some very unhappy lobster geldings are crawling on the ocean floor. We each had a drink; I had a Bloody Mary with a crab leg stuck in it, which was the only thing they didn't **** up.
Third, the service. We saw very little of our waitress; the most we saw was when the entire ****ing wait staff danced around for six minutes to some hip-hop remix of the BeeGee's "Stayin' Alive". Stop dancing and bring out our dinner, bitch! No wonder it was room temperature.
At this point, I am dissatisfied enough that they couldn't have put a smile on my face with a free Rolex and a blowjob. But it got worse-
The final insult was the check. Almost eighty dollars, with "Recommended Gratuity" of fifteen bucks printed right on the damn receipt. I don't think so. It was too ****ing loud to talk, so I decided to pay the bill and go.
I made up for the lousy dinner by driving us up to the Plaza for dessert at the Cheesecake Factory. Dessert was as good as dinner was poor.
Summary: I'll not spend another damn dime at a Joe's Crap Shack. Next time we go to Kansas City, we're going to Hereford House. If I'm going to drop $80-100 for dinner, I'm going to enjoy it. Ptooey.